I can't believe it, here i am again. A couple of weeks ago I was in here, it wasn't really my fault, and I'm a victim of circumstances. I don't really know what that means but I've always wanted to say it. You might be asking "You were doing so good, why are you back in that brummy place?" I'll tell you why... I'm surronded by a bunch of freaks and phonies, that's why. When I got back home there was a welcome home party. Everyone was there, Stradalater, Ackley, even Mr. Antolini was there. All smiles and hugs, that's what I had to go through for two hours straight. I knew when my back was turned they were all talking about me, phonies and freaks just like i said.
O.K., let me get back to how i ended back in here. Like the nice big brother i am i decided to bring Phoebe to the Radio MUsic Hall. Guess who i ran into, ol' Maurice, I bet you remember him. Anyway when I saw ol' Maurice i kind of got crazy all of a sudden. I picked up an ice skate that was lying around and threw it at his head. It was great; he didn't know what hit him. He saw me and started chasing me and poor ole Phoebe. We ran and ran until we got home. A few hours later the police came knocking on out door. Boy, was my father angry. My father finally convinced the police officers that I wasn't a tghreat to anyone , i just had mental problems. He promised to send me back to the rest home as soon as possible. So here I am.
The people on the outside weren't even half as bad as the freaks in here. Take my roommate for instance, he's been here for almost 15 years and he doesnt look like he's getting any better. He hides whole cooked chickens enderneath his bed and they site there for weeks, it's disgusting.
Everyone in this place is off their rocker. I'm supposed to stay here for another month but i dont think I can make it. The chicken guy and me planned out escape and we're leaving tonight.
We're lost; we zigged when we should have zagged. We've been in the woods for three hours now, but i saw lights up ahead so were going there.
The guy that lives here is a loon. They let him out of the rest home because his father was rich or something. We decided to spend the night there and make a run for it in the morning. In the middle of the night I woke up and headed for the bathroom and saw the crazy guy hanging by his neck from the ceilinf. I started to scream and the chicken guy woke up. He called the cops but when they came they brought the director of the rest home. They brought us back and now I'm in solitary confinement. I'm stuck here for and extra month.